The weather has been nice where I am lately so I recently found myself out on the grass looking up at white, fluffy clouds moving quickly past the trees. When I was a child this was one of my favorite things to do. Watch the clouds zooming by. And if I wait patiently...
I am a bionic woman. Seven years ago I thought I had pancreatic cancer. Surgeons wanted to remove my spleen, gallbladder and a big portion of my pancreas. It is a very long, boring and terrifying story but in the end I am happy to say that I am FINE. How did doctors...
Pastel Is a tactile medium. My daughter actually doesn’t like the feel of pastels on her fingers. And I simply love it. It is funny because she used to play the guitar and I could not stand the feel of the strings against my fingers. To each their own. I...
I am crabby. Crabby, crabby, crabby… I was so crabby that I could not write a blog on time this week. I tried. The sentences would not come. The ideas would not appear. Write, write, write… yuk. Hmmm. Paint, paint paint… bleah. Children ran away as I...
And just like an an awkward teenage girl, when a line grows up it can get curvy. I had written before about compound curves, and how curves “changing directions” can be so useful. Curves can tell the story of form and especially space. And again, they can...
